Juniper Klatt writes poetry in their green velvet chair surrounded by plants, with a cup of earl grey tea. They write laying on the floor, sitting on park benches, on road trips, in between meetings, and even at the wheel stuck in traffic. She writes to be alive, to stop and wonder at the world, to ask the questions that are too painful any other way. Juniper works as a nanny and a poet, in the worlds between whimsy and chaos. She's home in Portland and has the magic of the one running through their veins.